March 14, 2007
Lois sits on the floor, doped up on Vicodin, her right eye twitches. Her legs are split, poking out from under her rump as she leans forward, clicking the arrow to the play button. Speculation video, on the entertainment website, indicates the pop star will be fine; the starís millions will save her after all. Meanwhile, Lois leans over her double folded gut in an attempt to touch her toes. It used to be so easy, like learning how to drive and playing violin. Suddenly she feels old and incompetent, she has changed to someone she never meant to be.